piranhas

weeping women
over afternoon dinners
crying into the wine

weeping women
in motorcars
complaining

weeping women
over telephones

weeping women
rattling men’s balls
inside of paper bags

weeping women
leaping 30 feet
into the air

demanding love
more and more
love

I’d gladly give them
more love

if they weren’t
such sucklings

if they’d only
let it
lay awhile.

you can love
love to death
until there’s
nothing left
but a
wristbone.

then you can
start on
another
body.